"Don't you turn your back on me!" He yelled as I opened the front door and tried to make my way to leave. God, his voice! I hate it. "You're not going anywhere, Monica. Get your ass back in this house!"
I turned around and threw daggers at him with my eyes. "There is nothing stopping me from not walking out of here and not regretting it at all." I yelled back at him. I don't even remember why we started fighting in the first place. All I know is he is pissing me off!
"You do this all the time, dammit! You threaten to leave but you never go." He threw his hands in the air and took a couple of steps closer to me. "So stop it. It's really fucking annoying. You wanna go? The go! Get out of here and stop acting like a little bitch about it."
"Fine!" I turned back to the open door and started to walk right out of this hell-hole.
"Geez, Mon! Get back in here and stop acting like such a child."
"Give me one good reason why I should stay, Jack! You're always acting like such a bastard. Why should I even think about staying?" I saw the spit fly from my angry lips but I didn't care. I hope it gets in his eye.
"You want a reason?" He yelled even louder than he already was.
"Yeah. I do!" I tried to match his octave.
"You want a reason to stay?" He asked again.
God, he gets on my last nerves. "Yes!" I shrieked this time.
"Fine! I'll give you a reason to stay." He yelled once more and in one stride he reached me, grabbed me by the waist and slammed my back hard against the wall. Moving his hands from my waist to my wrists he pinned my arms to my sides ans within a split second his muscular body was pushing against mine, his lips were greedily tasting mine. The heat, emotions, and passion was dropping to my knees. His strong hands dropped to my hips and held me tightly against him. His lips graved over the nape of my neck and traveled to me ear. Then, in a voice softer than a whisper, he breathed into my ear, "Stay." God, his voice! I loved it.
This works for us. Some people say my husband, Jack, and I have have a very unhealthy marriage. We fight over the littlest things, make it into a big thing, and then in the middle of our fights of the century we make long, angry, passionate, amazing love. We apologize briefly, say we will do better and then do the same thing all over again a month later. I don't know why but this works for us. We never fight in front of our two kids the kids, everyday we tell each other we love one another, and after twelve years of marriage, we are still together. This works for us.
Note from the author:
It doesn't matter what people think of say about your relationship. There is always going to be someone judging or criticizing your relationship. There will always be someone telling you that you guys don't belong together for some reason. "You're too young, you're too good for him/her, they're too good for you, you guys are too far away" You are going to hear it all and more. Here is the thing, they may be right! But that is for you to find out. You have to find out what works for your relationship.
Love long, love hard, love true.
Here is a short story that is a little bit different then anything I have written before. I hope ya'll like it. Let me know if you agree with me in the comments below.